Qin Shaofeng possessed countless martial skills. After completely mastering the Clear Wind Finger, this was the first time he had used it with all his strength.
One finger thrust out.
Both Qin Shaofeng and Zhen Wuqing felt as though everything around them had frozen.
Everything within the space seemed to have fallen into silence.
And amid that silence, a gentle breeze slowly blew toward Zhen Wuqing.
The breeze held no offensive power at all. Instead, it was like a mother's hand, gently stroking a swaddled child.
Zhen Wuqing blanked out instinctively for an instant.
But when he suddenly woke from his daze, he felt a burst of agonizing pain from his left eye. Qin Shaofeng's finger was withdrawing.
In his haze, he had actually been struck.
His entire left eye, along with nearly half his head, had been blasted apart by Qin Shaofeng's finger.
Had his cultivation not already reached the Half-step Eternal realm,
then after taking Qin Shaofeng's finger head-on, he would likely have died miserably here.
What kind of attack was that?
How could it possess such bizarre power? Even an expert of his cultivation had failed to escape it, practically standing motionless as he waited for that finger to strike his eye socket.
The more Zhen Wuqing thought about it, the more terrified he became.
As an expert in the Half-step Eternal realm, he had killed no small number of people and taken part in countless battles.
Yet he had never even heard of such an eerie martial skill.
How could such a martial skill exist in this world?
How was this possible?
It was not only Zhen Wuqing who was shocked.
Even Qin Shaofeng, who had personally unleashed this martial skill, was stunned.
He had never imagined that a casual move of his could erupt with